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love is beautiful. love is pure. love is enduring.
iâm not sure if my standards for love are too high, but i worry i donât mean it. iâd change my character, overcome weaknesses for those i say it to, yet it never feels like enough. i want to embrace someone not only through touch, but through the warmth of my actions and presence.
love knows no bounds. i want to break every single wall a person can put up. still, i know there are limits to love. love is undefinedâit is not a singular, universal concept for every person. i fear i can never truly portray my love for another without everything crashing down, whether due to the walls weâve built to shield ourselves from the world or to passing circumstances.
maybe iâm not concerned about my feelings for others. maybe the words âi love youâ donât quite serve me justice. still, from this new perspective, itâs an affectionate, enkindling acknowledgement to give anotherâakin to kissing your loved one on the cheek each morning before leaving for work.
love: a word that can be used for anyone, whether platonically or romantically. we really should say these words shamelessly to those around us every day. itâs a marvel to think over what true love means to you and how it can vary from person to person. i think this is what makes it beautiful.
your idea of love will fit into anotherâs idea of love. i hope everyone who reads this is lucky enough to find that person they mesh together with.^^
iâm not sure if my standards for love are too high, but i worry i donât mean it. iâd change my character, overcome weaknesses for those i say it to, yet it never feels like enough. i want to embrace someone not only through touch, but through the warmth of my actions and presence.
love knows no bounds. i want to break every single wall a person can put up. still, i know there are limits to love. love is undefinedâit is not a singular, universal concept for every person. i fear i can never truly portray my love for another without everything crashing down, whether due to the walls weâve built to shield ourselves from the world or to passing circumstances.
maybe iâm not concerned about my feelings for others. maybe the words âi love youâ donât quite serve me justice. still, from this new perspective, itâs an affectionate, enkindling acknowledgement to give anotherâakin to kissing your loved one on the cheek each morning before leaving for work.
love: a word that can be used for anyone, whether platonically or romantically. we really should say these words shamelessly to those around us every day. itâs a marvel to think over what true love means to you and how it can vary from person to person. i think this is what makes it beautiful.
your idea of love will fit into anotherâs idea of love. i hope everyone who reads this is lucky enough to find that person they mesh together with.^^
Mar 9, 2025
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This is so beautiful đ I find that my love is most naturally shown through my actions. Iâll fold the laundry or give a gift and itâs in these things that I feel love towards those close to me. Itâs the phrase âI love youâ itself that Iâm trying to get better acquainted with. Your writing is beautiful by the way!!
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âď¸On one hand: it just flows. You can't get enough of them. Your eyes, their eyesâcould be the only thing that matters in the whole world. Their voice hits you like electricity. When alone, you wonder why you aren't with them. Mundane things, at their side, become adventures. You occupy your own universe that is a secret from all others.
And on the other hand: it is a labor. Your beloved, who stirs and ignites your affection so much, is also the one who most exposes your pride and weaknesses. As you dive into them and truly know them, you discover they are broken and selfish and human. And they discover that about you. The easy slide down the snowy hill of excitement becomes a long drag back up the other side.
But then the two of you put those parts together: combine the thrill and the sparkle with the messiness and the suffering. Your together love becomes something deeper and more enduring. You say: I see you fully but I choose you still, with all my heart and soul.
It becomes something that will withstand any storms that may come, something more mature and tested:
"Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction." âAntoine de Saint-Exupery:
And on the other hand: it is a labor. Your beloved, who stirs and ignites your affection so much, is also the one who most exposes your pride and weaknesses. As you dive into them and truly know them, you discover they are broken and selfish and human. And they discover that about you. The easy slide down the snowy hill of excitement becomes a long drag back up the other side.
But then the two of you put those parts together: combine the thrill and the sparkle with the messiness and the suffering. Your together love becomes something deeper and more enduring. You say: I see you fully but I choose you still, with all my heart and soul.
It becomes something that will withstand any storms that may come, something more mature and tested:
"Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction." âAntoine de Saint-Exupery:
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convention damns us all. bad writing condemns us all, soliloquies of youâre and your, theyâre and there, comma splices and run on sentences buzzing and twitching and so slowly suffocating.
how loved are you? how important is being loved to you? your purpose - at the non philosophical baseline - is simply to create beyond yourself. but what inclines you to do that? prior to such creation, you are led to believe that you, in your small, fragile body, are not only capable of conception, but interesting enough in your own identity, your own niche and vein, that another person, capable of their own conception, has somehow chosen you to be the blueprint for which it will befall. and that has to feel good.
but domesticity is a lot more than that, right? itâs dirty dishes, ruined bedsheets, itâs tears of joy, anger, sadness and love. if you were to ask me why we fall in love, i would not for a moment say to drive reproduction. i like to think god knew how mundane life would get, and decided maybe all of us deserved a little companion to shoulder the burden.
how loved are you? how important is being loved to you? your purpose - at the non philosophical baseline - is simply to create beyond yourself. but what inclines you to do that? prior to such creation, you are led to believe that you, in your small, fragile body, are not only capable of conception, but interesting enough in your own identity, your own niche and vein, that another person, capable of their own conception, has somehow chosen you to be the blueprint for which it will befall. and that has to feel good.
but domesticity is a lot more than that, right? itâs dirty dishes, ruined bedsheets, itâs tears of joy, anger, sadness and love. if you were to ask me why we fall in love, i would not for a moment say to drive reproduction. i like to think god knew how mundane life would get, and decided maybe all of us deserved a little companion to shoulder the burden.
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đSometimes I get caught up chasing ideals of love. Growing up with immigrant parents in the US, I wished my parents showed me love the way my friends' parents did. My parents seemed cold in comparison to the affection I saw my friends receiving. I fell for best friends who did love me but never enough and never in the ways I wanted them to.
Nowadays I have grown to appreciate the ways in which my parents do show me love -- when they ask if I've eaten or when I dye my mom's hair as she peels me oranges. Friendship to me no longer needs to be tied up in such rigid binaries. It's not the label of a relationship I'm after but rather just the intimacy of knowing other people. I try not to focus so much on how I wish to be loved by other people and instead pay attention to all the different ways I am loved. Acting with a mindset of abundance rather than scarcity. And in that way, everything feels enough.
Disclaimer: Establishing boundaries is paramount. Love that is corrosive or manipulative is not love.
Nowadays I have grown to appreciate the ways in which my parents do show me love -- when they ask if I've eaten or when I dye my mom's hair as she peels me oranges. Friendship to me no longer needs to be tied up in such rigid binaries. It's not the label of a relationship I'm after but rather just the intimacy of knowing other people. I try not to focus so much on how I wish to be loved by other people and instead pay attention to all the different ways I am loved. Acting with a mindset of abundance rather than scarcity. And in that way, everything feels enough.
Disclaimer: Establishing boundaries is paramount. Love that is corrosive or manipulative is not love.
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